Free Yourself Brother

Why are you killing yourself? As young as you are, as special as you are Do you have to get drunk to pollute your beautiful self? Get out from your slave pal. Well, I’m tired of your noisy arrival brother You appear late, worn out and filthy, screaming……… Do you think life has all that time for you brother, Please come back home, come back to your senses before it’s too late. Maybe it’s my fault; maybe mum is too protective, Too harsh, or her love for you exceeds She never gets the chance to SEE you Dad, yes, maybe he failed somewhere Maybe he didn’t give you as much attention as you needed Maybe it’s your education; I understand it’s the fees But do you have to make it worse? For my unending love for you, This is my word: free yourself brother from the grip of alcohol For you ain’t a slave. Written between 2000-2003 Just the young thoughts of the young mind